Red

Red is

the color you see

when you are too hurt

to see anything at all.

Red is the curling

of your fists

and the fire

inside you.

Red is the salty smell

of blood,

pinpricks of blood

slashes of blood.

The fire inside you

escapes

through your skin.

Red is the feeling of panic,

the whirlwind of emotions.

Hatred –

for yourself? For the world?

Anger –

for them? For leaving you?

Disgust –

For life? For death?